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~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against
the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
Sunnydale Mall. The low camera angle shows the legs of the people
walking past the shops on the ground floor. The camera pans up past a
cowboy and his girlfriend to the second floor and over the railing where
Buffy and her mother are walking along. Joyce has a shopping bag in each
hand, and Buffy has on a small backpack.
Buffy: Come on, Mom, please?
Joyce: I'm sorry, honey.
Buffy: Don't you understand how important this is?
Joyce: It's an outfit. An outfit that you may never buy.
Buffy: But I looked good in it.
Joyce: You looked like a streetwalker.
Buffy: But a thin streetwalker. (gets a look from her mom) That's
probably not gonna be the winning argument, is it?
Joyce: You're just too young to wear that.
Buffy: Yeah, and I'm gonna be too young to wear it until I'm too old to
Joyce: That's the idea. (stops and looks around) The stores are
closing, and I still need to order the flyers for the opening.
(considers, then puts both bags in one hand) Okay. I'll go to the
printers and then get our food, (pulls out a slip of paper) you go to
the tailor and pick up my outfit from Everyday Woman. (hands Buffy the
slip of paper)
Buffy: (looks at the paper) Everyday Woman?
Joyce: Mm-hm. There's the receipt.
Buffy: Why didn't you just go to Muu-Muus R Us?
Joyce: Do now, make fun of your mother later. (walks off)
Buffy reluctantly starts for the tailors.
Cut to the escalators. Buffy gets on to go to the ground floor. She
looks around idly as she descends. She sees the cowboy and his
girlfriend come up the other escalator. She keeps looking around, and
then notices that the cowboy's reflection is missing from the mirrors
that line the escalator corridor. She looks back at the couple, and he
is indeed there. Immediately she turns and runs back up the escalator,
weaving between the people coming down on it behind her.
Cut to the walkway. The cowboy and the girl go around a corner. Buffy
walks quickly to catch up. Cut to a back hallway. Buffy slowly walks
past a bank of payphones by the restrooms and looks around for them,
apparently having lost them. She continues down the hall and hears a
pinball machine. Reaching the rear door of the arcade she sees that the
metal gate has been bent and forced open. She quietly squeezes by the
gate and goes in. The place is deserted and quiet except for the sound
of the one machine. She walks around one side of a bank of game machines
while the camera pans along the other.
Lyle: Turn around, baby, I have somethin' to show ya.
Girl: Wait a sec. This is my high score.
The camera reaches them. The girl is hammering away at the flipper
controls. The cowboy takes off his hat and comes up behind the girl. He
takes her hair and sweeps it away from her neck. He's vamped out.
Lyle: Well, ain't you just got the prettiest little neck I ever did
He moves in for the bite, but is interrupted by Buffy.
Buffy: Boy, you guys really never come up with any new lines, do you?
The two of them look over at Buffy, annoyed.
Girl: Do you mind? We were talking here.
Buffy: (stares down the vampire) But you promised you'd never cheat on
me again, honey.
Girl: (pulls her bag onto her arm) Um, I better go.
Lyle: But I ain't done yet.
She turns to look at him and gasps in fear when she sees his face. She
runs from the arcade. The vampire looks back at Buffy.
Lyle: Alright, sugar lips. (puts on his hat and faces off with her)
He throws a punch at Buffy, but she blocks it and punches him in the
face and the crotch. He grabs his groin, and Buffy shoves him into
another pinball machine. He looks up at her and gives her an evil smile.
Lyle: Well, you're a rough one, ain't cha! I like that!
He comes at her again with a swing, which she readily blocks it. He
swings again, and she ducks the blow. He grabs her by the arms and
throws her into a pinball machine. The plate glass on the top and back
panel shatter as she lands on it hard. The cowboy rushes over and grabs
her by the straps of her backpack.
Lyle: You must be that Slayer I've been hearin' so much about. Lyle
Gorch. Pleased to meet cha!
Buffy gets her leg between them and kicks him off of her. He staggers
into another machine.
Buffy: Pleasure's mine!
She leaps off of the machine at him, and he ducks and rolls out of the
way. She spins around to face him and has a stake in her hand, up and
ready. Lyle rolls up to his feet, grabbing his hat in midair along the
way, and puts it back on. He points at her.
Lyle: This ain't over!
He spins around and hightails it out of there.
Buffy: Oh, sure. They *say* they'll call.
Cut to the food court. Buffy comes walking in and spots her mom at a
table with their food, waiting for her. Joyce stares at the food,
looking bored and watching it get cold. She looks up as Buffy arrives.
Buffy: Oh, bliss. (sits) Mall food. (looks up)
Buffy: (attentive) Mom?
Joyce: Where's my dress?
Buffy: (confused) Your dr...? Oh. (winces) Oh, God.
Joyce: Let me guess: you were distracted by a boy.
Buffy: (cringes) Technically.
Joyce: (leans back) Buffy...
Buffy: (exhales) Look, I-I can go get it right now.
Joyce: They're closed. I'll just have to fit it in tomorrow.
Joyce: (sternly) A little responsibility is all I ask. Honestly, don't
you ever think about anything besides boys and clothes?
Buffy: Saving the world from vampires?
Joyce: (crosses her arms and shakes her head) I swear, sometimes I
don't know what goes on in your head.
Buffy just looks back at her.
Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~
The utility closet at Sunnydale High. The light is off. Xander and
Cordelia are sucking some serious face.
Cordelia: Xander? (continues kissing)
Xander: Shhh-sh-sh. (continues kissing)
Cordelia: It's just that (kiss) I'm worried we're gonna miss class.
He reaches up for the light string and yanks it to turn it on. They step
back a bit from each other.
Xander: You know what? This would work a lot better for me if you
Cordelia: Well, it'd work a lot better for me with the lights off.
She grabs the string and yanks it. She puts her arms around him again
and starts to kiss him, but Xander doesn't kiss back. He yanks the
string again and the light comes back on. They step away from each other
Xander: Are you saying that you can't look at me when we do... whatever
it is we do?
Cordelia: No, it's not that I can't, it's just more... I don't want to.
Xander: That's great! That's just dandy! We're repulsed by each other,
we, (indicates the door) we hide from our friends...
Cordelia: Well, I should hope so! Please!
Xander: (nods) All in all this is not what I'd call a big self-esteem
Cordelia: Tell me about it! (looks him over) Just look at you! And
those clothes. Where did you get those shoes?!
Xander: Okay, you know what? I don't need this.
Cordelia: Ditto! Like a hole in the head!
They both reach for the doorknob, and their hands meet there. They
hesitate a moment, and then wrap their arms around each other again and
kiss even more passionately. Xander cradles her head in his hand as they
slowly sink to the floor. He reaches up for the string and gives it a
Cut to teen health class. The instructor is writing 'SEX' on the board.
Mr. Whitmore: S-E-X. Sex. (faces the class) The sex drive in the human
animal is intense. How many of us have lost countless productive hours
plagued by unwanted sexual thoughts and feelings?
Xander: Yes! (raises his hand and nods) Mm-hm.
Willow gives him a concerned look.
Mr. Whitmore: That was a rhetorical question, Mr. Harris, not a poll.
Several students giggle. Xander lowers his hand.
Cordelia looks away from him and stares down at her book.
Mr. Whitmore: Of course, for teenagers such as yourselves these
feelings are even more overwhelming. With all sorts of hormones
Willow is clearly nervous, and looks back and forth between Xander and
giving her attention to the teacher.
Mr. Whitmore: ...through your bodies, compelling you to action, it's
often difficult to remember that there *are* negative consequences to,
uh, having sex. Would anyone care to offer one such consequence?
Cordelia raises her hand, and Mr. Whitmore indicates to her, giving her
Cordelia: Well, that depends. Are you talking about sex *in* the car or
*out* of the car? (Mr. Whitmore looks confused) Because I have a friend,
not me, that was in a Miata at, parked at the top of the hill, and then
she kicked the gearshift, and, and...
Mr. Whitmore: (interrupts) Yeah, I, I was thinking of something a
little more commonplace, Ms. Chase.
Xander raises his hand, and Mr. Whitmore indicates to him. Willow stares
Xander: You wanna talk negative consequence? What about the heartbreak
of halitosis? (Cordelia looks at him and he looks back) I mean, a girl
may seem spiffy, but if she ignores her flossing the bloom is definitely
off the rose.
Cordelia immediately raises her hand again. Mr. Whitmore exhales and
gives her permission to speak again.
Cordelia: Like that compares to kissing a guy who thinks the Hoover
technique is a *big* turn-on.
Willow looks back and forth between the two of them, very confused. The
exchange begins to draw muffled comments from among the other students.
Xander: What about having to feign interest in her vapid little chit-
chat just so you can get some touch?
Cordelia is incensed.
Mr. Whitmore: Now. Another consequence of sexual activity? Anyone?
Cordelia raises her hand again.
Mr. Whitmore: Uh, else?
Willow raises her hand. He indicates that she should speak.
Willow: How about pregnancy? That would be a major one, right?
Mr. Whitmore: Thank you, Ms. Rosenberg! (Willow smiles smugly) Among
teens unwanted pregnancy is the number one negative consequence of
sexual activity. So, as discussed last week, I present you with...
(takes a sheet off of two trays of eggs) ...your offspring. (Willow
smiles) You will split into parenting teams. You and your partner will
share equally in the daily task of raising (indicates the trays) your
egg. (takes a tray to distribute) Now, please choose a partner and come
pick up your children.
Willow waves at Xander, but he ignores her and gets up to go over to
Cordelia. She sees him coming and immediately grabs the shirtsleeve of
the boy sitting across from her to get his attention.
Cordelia: You wanna have a baby?
Xander is disappointed. He sees another girl walk up to the second tray
of eggs still on the teacher's desk and approaches her.
Xander: Hey. (chuckles) I know we just met, but isn't that Xander Jr.
The girl giggles and smiles and turns around to walk away. Xander gives
Cordelia another glance, then follows the other girl.
Cut to the library. Buffy walks over to the card catalog, pulls out a
drawer and begins going through the cards. Giles is in the cage behind
her. Xander opens the door for Willow and they come on.
Willow: Buffy! How come you weren't in class?
Buffy: Vampire issues. Did Mr. Whitmore notice I was tardy?
Xander: I think the word you're searching for is 'absent'.
Willow: Tardy people show.
Willow: And, yes, he did notice, so he wanted me to give you this.
(hands her an egg)
Buffy: (rolls the egg around in her hands) As far as punishments go
this is fairly abstract.
Willow: No, it's your baby! (smiles)
Buffy: (confused) Okay, I get it even less.
Xander: Well, you know, it's the whole 'sex leads to responsibility'
thing, which I personally don't get. You gotta take care of the egg.
It's a baby. You gotta keep it safe and teach it Christian values.
Willow: (looks at Xander) My egg is Jewish.
Xander: Then teach it that Dreidel song.
Willow smiles at that.
Buffy: I can't do this! I can't take care of things! I killed my Giga
Pet. Literally, I sat on it and it broke.
She sets the egg down on top of the catalog, moans and quickly walks
over to a book re-shelving cart.
Willow: You'll do fine!
Xander: Yeah, the only thing that stresses me is when do we tell them
that they're adopted?
Buffy: I'll just lay that one off on my partner. (looks up, worried)
Who'd I get?
Willow: Well, there were an uneven number of students, and you didn't
Buffy: (in shocked disbelief) I'm a single mother?
Xander: (nods) No man of her own.
Buffy: Do you know what this says about me? That I am doomed to lead my
mother's life! (paces back to them) How deeply scary is that?
Xander: How 'bout this: it says nothing, it means nothing, this whole
egg experiment thing is completely pointless!
Giles: (in the cage) Success! (comes out with a book) At last. Your
playmate is a fellow of repute, it seems.
He moves to set the book on top of Buffy's egg. She inhales in fright
and quickly snatches it away. Willow and Xander look on in wide-eyed
surprise. Giles points out a picture in the book.
Giles: That's, um, Lyle Gorch, and that one's his brother, Tector.
They're from Abilene. They, uh, they made their reputation by massacring
an entire Mexican village in 1886. (takes off his glasses to clean them)
Buffy: Friendly little demons.
Giles: That was before they became vampires.
She raises her eyebrows at Giles. Willow and Xander exchange a look.
Giles: B-but, um, the good news is that they're... not amongst the
great thinkers of our times. I doubt if they're up to much. They're
probably just drawn here by the, uh, Hellmouth's energy. (puts his
glasses back on)
Xander: 'Nuff said! I propose Buffy slays 'em. All in favor? (raises
Willow: (raises her hand) Aye!
Giles: I-I don't think you should underestimate them. I mean, y-you may
need to have some help if, if, if, if... (notices the eggs) Why do you
all have eggs?
Willow: (smiles) Hey, maybe you can have Angel help you find the
Giles: (still confused) Yes! Yes, yes, that's not a bad idea. Strength
Xander: Oh, right. I see a lotta hunting getting done in *that*
Buffy: Please. Like Angel and I are just helpless slaves to passion.
Cut to the park. Angel and Buffy are locked in a passionate kiss. Buffy
Buffy: I really...
Angel: I know.
They continue kissing. After a few seconds Buffy breaks off again.
Buffy: You know, this isn't hunting in the classical sense. We
Angel: You're right.
They kiss some more. A few moments later they break off again.
Buffy: Okay. (kiss) Okay.
They walk side by side for a few paces.
Buffy: You see anything?
Buffy: Okay. (faces him) Enough hunting.
They begin their passionate kissing with renewed vigor. The camera pans
away from them over to a wall among the trees. The Gorch brothers are
crouched on top, watching them.
Tector: That the Slayer?
Tector: Ain't that Angelus with her?
Tector: Well, how come she ain't slayin'? And how come he's about to
make me blush?
Lyle: Well, I don't know, Tector. And how come you's always askin' me
so many stupid questions?
Tector: So, you wanna take him, or, uh, you want me to, Lyle?
Lyle: I say we leave it. Wait till she's alone.
Tector: Why? You scared?
Lyle: Nope. I could whip 'em both right now if I wanted to.
Tector: Then why don't ya?
Lyle: (looks at Tector) 'Cause I got me a plan. I'm the one that does
the thinkin', 'member?
Tector: Yeah. You do the thinkin', Lyle. That is definitely your
department. So why don't you tell me again why we can't kill 'em now?
Fade to black. Cut to Buffy's room. She walks in and over to her bed.
Buffy: Okay, little egg dude. (sits and opens her egg diary) Let's see.
(reads) Feeding? Check. (marks) Burping? Eeeew... Check (marks) Diapers
(looks at the egg's basket) Sort of, in theory, I guess. (marks)
She puts the pen in the binder coil.
She sets the notepad down and crawls under the covers. She yawns and
looks at her egg in its basket on her nightstand.
Buffy: Good night, Eggbert.
She taps her egg gently and then reaches up to turn off the light. She
pulls up the covers and settles in to sleep.
Cut outside the house later that night. Cut to Buffy's room. The camera
pans across her stuffed animals arranged on one side of her bed, past
her and over to the egg. The clock reads 2:03am. The egg is rocking back
and forth. The camera closes in on it. A small hole has almost been
chipped out. The plug breaks open, and a long, thin tentacle begins to
make its way out. It angles over towards Buffy and branches out into
several fingers as it makes its way over to her.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy's room at night. The tentacle continues over to Buffy. One of its
fingers goes into her ear. Another one lays itself across her left eye.
A third one covers her right eye. Another goes around her neck and
presumably into her other ear. Cut to a view of her with the egg in the
foreground. The tentacles are now just lying on her face. The focus of
the camera goes off of Buffy and onto the egg in its basket.
Cut to the sewers the next morning. The Gorch brothers are relaxing and
waiting out the sunlight that is visible at the end of the tunnel.
Tector is having breakfast. Lyle is lying back with his feet up and has
his face covered with his hat.
Tector: I'm tired of rat. How come we can't stay in a nice place? (puts
the dead rat down) A motel or somethin'? Maybe, uh... Maybe one with an
Lyle: 'Cause we got to keep a low profile till we get this Slayer
business taken care of.
Tector: Well, how come Angelus is gettin' all cuddly with her, Lyle? I
mean, does the man have no code?
Lyle: (stirs) Tector... (leans up on his elbow) You gonna be pesterin'
me with these questions all damn day?
Tector: I just don't like it here. Ain't a decent whore in the whole
Lyle: So, this is the thanks I get? (stands up) Well. Don't I take care
of ya? Didn't I near raise ya myself? Hmm? Burden that you were, maybe I
shoulda left you on that doorstep when Momma blew town.
Tector: Don't say that, Lyle.
Lyle: Now I'm takin' care of this.
Tector: You afraid of the girl?
Lyle: I'm just playin' it safe. We're just gonna follow her around a
little while, find our time. 'Cause this ain't over.
Tector: (smiles to himself) I think you *are* afraid of the Slayer.
Lyle: (nods) Alright. I'm gonna beat you like a redheaded stepchild.
(points) Throw your ass out in that sunlight. C'mon.
Tector: You think you can?
Lyle: (goads him on) Giddy-up, son.
He adjusts his hat and coat while he waits for Tector to stand up.
Tector adjusts his hat, too, and smile at his brother. He rears back and
takes the first swing, hitting Lyle squarely in the jaw. Lyle looks at
his brother, nods and punches him hard in the face. Tector has to take a
couple of steps backward to keep from losing his balance.
Tector: (laughs) Oh, man!
He comes back and punches Lyle in the gut. Lyle doubles over for an
instant, then straightens up and gives Tector a wide smile.
Lyle: Yippe-ki-yay, matey!
He throws another punch at his brother.
Cut to Buffy's room in the morning. The camera pans across her stuffed
animals to her face. The egg's tentacle is gone. Her alarm goes off, and
she wakes. She reaches out to hit the snooze button. She runs her hand
through her hair, sits up and moans.
Buffy: Oh... Oh, God...
She gets up out of bed. The hole in the eggshell has sealed itself.
Cut to the kitchen. Joyce takes a sip of her coffee and sets the cup
back down. She goes over to the toaster as Buffy comes in. Buffy sets
her egg down on the island and walks around to where her mother was
sitting. She takes the cup and sips the coffee as she sits down on the
stool. Joyce brings the toast over to the island on a plate.
Joyce: At least eat something if you're gonna drink that.
Buffy: Not that hungry.
Joyce breaks off a piece of toast and munches it. She indicates the egg.
Joyce: How's the parenting going?
Joyce: Are you sure your egg is secure in that?
Buffy: (looks up at her) Did I ask for backseat mommying?
Joyce: (gives her a look) Are we a little touchy this morning?
Buffy: No, I just feel all funky.
Joyce: Hmm. (feels her forehead) You don't have a fever.
Buffy: Oh, no, it's not that, I just... I didn't sleep well.
Joyce: (bends down to her daughter) What's the matter? Your egg keep
you up all night?
Buffy: (gives her mom a look) You're killing me. Parenting's a pain!
Joyce: (straightens up and smiles smugly) Wait till it starts dating.
Buffy lets out an exasperated breath, picks up her egg and leaves.
Cut to the library. Giles is returning some books to the shelves. He
walks out from behind the stacks to see Xander, Willow and Buffy looking
up at him from the bottom of the steps.
Giles: Oh! Why are you three hanging about? Don't you have classes to
Willow: Teen health got canceled.
Xander: Mr. Whitmore's out. Couldn't find an egg sitter or something.
Buffy and Willow walk up a few steps.
Giles: Well, then, can you give me a hand?
Buffy and Willow: No.
They sit down on the steps. Xander hops up the steps to the mezzanine
Xander: Sure! (starts to shelve some books)
Giles: How did the, um... hunt go last night, Buffy?
Buffy: No go.
Giles: Uh, 'no', 'no' you didn't go, or, or, or you were unsuccessful?
Buffy: No Gorches.
Xander: Apparently Buffy has decided the problem with the English
language is all those pesky words. (looks at her) You... Angel... big...
Buffy: Shut... up.
Giles: I-it's true, Buffy, you and Willow do seem a little sluggish.
Are you quite sure everything's alright?
Buffy and Willow exchange a look.
Willow: Maybe something we ate.
Xander: Or perhaps it's the burden of parenthood. Notice how seriously
you two have taken this egg thing. (the girls clutch their egg baskets)
While I, in turn, have, uh, well, chosen a (takes his egg out of his
shirt pocket) more balanced approach. (starts tossing it around)
Willow: (concerned) Xander, maybe you shouldn't...
Xander: (interrupts) That's exactly what I'm talking about. (tosses)
You can't stress over every little thing! (tosses) A child picks up on
that. Which is a one-way ticket (tosses) to neurotic city.
He catches and tosses the egg again, but misses the next catch. The
girls gasp in fright as the egg hits the floor. Giles lets out a yelp,
too, but then stares at the egg curiously. It just wobbles to a stop,
Willow: (surprised) It didn't break! (suspicious) How come it didn't
Xander: (realizes he's been found out) Which is another secret to
conscientious egg care: pot of scalding water and about eight minutes.
Willow: You boiled your young?
Xander: Yeah! I know it sounds cruel, but sometimes you gotta be cruel
to be kind! I mean, you can bet that little Xander here is thick skinned
Xander reaches down for the egg and picks it up.
Giles: Technically that would be cheating, yes?
He reaches up to put a book on a high shelf. At the back of the shelf
there's an egg.
Xander: No! It's like a short cut. You know, when you run a race?
Buffy: That would also be cheating.
Willow: (shakes her head) You should be ashamed.
Giles: I suppose there is a sort of... Machiavellian ingenuity to your
Xander: I resent that! (gets a look from Giles) Or possibly thank you.
Cordelia comes walking into the library.
Cordelia: Figures you three would all be hanging in the dungeon while
something major's going on at Sunnydale High.
Xander: And what would that be, Cordelia? Barrette Appreciation Day?
(goes back to his shelving)
Cordelia: Mr. Whitmore didn't show today.
Buffy: That news is of the past.
Cordelia: He's missing? (the girls all look at Giles) Presumed dead?
Giles: Presumed by whom?
Cordelia: Well, me! (crosses her arms)
Giles: I think we should give him a few hours before we give up on him
Cordelia: Well, I think we should look around, don't you Xander?
Xander: (looks at her and shakes his head) It can wait.
Cordelia: Well, his body could fall out of a closet somewhere.
Xander looks at the others nervously.
Cordelia: So we should check some closets to see if he's in a closet?
Xander: (points at her) You're right. There could be a closet. Let's
He points at Buffy and Willow as he comes down the stairs.
Xander: You guys look for more clues. We'll meet back here.
He takes Cordelia by the arm and guides her out of the library.
Buffy: (unenthusiastically) We'll get right on it.
Willow: (staring after them) Are they getting weirder? Have you noticed
the weirdness of them? (looks at Buffy)
Buffy: They're weird. (to Giles) Should I have guilt about not looking
for Mr. Whitmore?
Giles: I-I'd rather you conserve your strength for hunting the Gorches.
Buffy: I'll be fine by tonight. Maybe I'll sweep the cemetery?
Giles: (concerned) Well, be careful, i-i-if you're still feeling a
Buffy: No worries.
Willow: And Angel's helping you, right?
Buffy: He does what he can.
Cut to the cemetery that night. Buffy and Angel are engaged in a
passionate kissing session once again.
Buffy: Ahh... (kisses) (breaks off) As much as I hate to say this, we
should really go kill bad guys. (kiss)
Angel: It's late. You should really get home. Hmm? (kiss)
Buffy: What about the Gorches? (kiss)
Angel: I'll hunt. (kiss)
Buffy: Really? (pulls back and smiles) You'd do that?
Angel: Not like I have an early day tomorrow.
Buffy: Mm, (kiss) true. (they walk) I still have to go home and fill
out my egg diary.
Angel: Your what?
Buffy: Oh, I told you, that faux parenting gig we're doing at school.
(faces him) Like I'm really planning to have kids anytime soon. Uh,
maybe *some*day, in the future, when I'm done having a life, but...
right now kids would be just a little too much to deal with.
Angel: I wouldn't know. (looks at her) I don't... Well, you know, I, I
Buffy: Oh. (looks away briefly, then back) That's okay, um... I-I
figured there were all sorts of things vampires couldn't do. You know,
like work for the Telephone Company, or volunteer for the Red Cross,
or... have little vampires.
Angel: So you don't think about the future?
Angel: (swallows) You really don't care what happens a year from now?
Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, a-a... all I see is you! All
I want is you.
Angel: I know the feeling.
He reaches down to kiss her. He finds her lips and she responds. They
kiss more and more passionately. The camera pans away from them and
across a gravestone that reads 'In Loving Memory'.
Cut to the halls at school that night. The night watchman comes walking
along and checks a door. Finding it properly locked he continues on. He
stops at the hall intersection and looks each way. To his right he sees
the door to the basement standing ajar, and goes over to it. He opens it
wider, looks in and enters. Cut into the basement. The watchman comes
down the steps making no attempt to be quiet. The doors to the boiler
room are open, and he steps in. He tries the light switch, but it
Watchman: Hello? Is anybody in here?
He pulls out his Maglite, turns it on and continues into the room. The
lights on the boiler controls are active and the fires are burning. When
he's walked past the boilers he sees a huge hole in the concrete wall
behind a bunch of stacked up barrels and boxes. He slowly walks over to
the stack with his flashlight held over his shoulder like a bat,
lighting the way but ready to swing if need be. Finding no one there he
puts his Maglite down and pushes aside a stack of boxes blocking the
way. He can see the hole clearly now, and a tunnel continues on beyond
it. He picks up his flashlight again and holds it ready like before. He
steps up to look through the hole. Behind him Mr. Whitmore appears
holding a pick and slams him across the back with it, making him fall
through the hole and knocking him out. Mr. Whitmore climbs through the
hole after the watchman.
Cut to Buffy's room. She climbs in through the window, and her egg
rocking in its basket immediately grabs her attention. She stares at it
a second, and then comes over to it. She bends down to look at it
closely, not having expected it to hatch and curious about it. She gets
closer and closer, staring at it intently. The top half of the shell
cracks into thirds. Suddenly two of the pieces fly away while the third
just falls back, and she sees a purplish-gray thing with tentacles is
curled up inside of it. It jumps out at her, and she reacts instantly.
It misses her, lands on the floor and quickly crawls under her bed.
Buffy is stunned, but quickly regains her composure, and reaches down
into her wicker laundry basket for her iron. She stands back up and
looks at the darkness under her bedspread. Slowly she approaches her bed
and kneels down. She quickly raises the spread and looks underneath with
the iron held ready to smash anything that might come at her. Nothing.
She stands back up and scans around her room. Whatever it was, it's
nowhere to be seen. Suddenly it falls onto her shoulder from above. It
tries to crawl down her back, but she grabs it and flings it off. It
crawls quickly behind her desk and along the wall past her bookcase
toward her bed. She looks for a different weapon, and grabs a pair of
scissors from her desk. The creature, in the mean time, has disappeared
again. She approaches her bed with the scissors held ready to stab.
Behind her the hatchling crawls up the wall. Buffy senses it and swings
around with the scissors and stabs it dead center. She pulls it off of
the wall, impaled on the scissors, and slams it to the floor. She steps
on its tail to hold it down while she stabs it several more times.
Satisfied of its demise she drops the scissors and crawls backward to
lean against her bed. Her next thought is to call Willow. She
frantically grabs for her phone on the nightstand and knocks it and the
clock to the floor. She grabs the receiver and nervously taps in the
Buffy: Come on! Pick up!
Willow: (after the first ring) Hello?
Buffy: Willow! Are you okay?
Willow: (cut to her) Why shouldn't I be?
Buffy: (cut to her) Your egg! I-is it doing anything?
Willow: (cut to her) (confused) Doing what?
Buffy: Break it! (cut to her) Right now! I want you to smash it with
Willow: Buffy, what...
Buffy: My egg! It went... It went postal on me! The thing hatched, and
it, it sprung this creepy-crawly thing, and it attacked me!
Willow: (cut to her) Are you okay?
Buffy: (cut to her) Yeah, no, I'm fine, but, but your egg!
Willow: (cut to her) I-is totally normal. Uh, I put it in the fridge.
Willow: Maybe it's a trap. Something the Gorch bothers planted for you?
Buffy: (cut to her) Maybe. Yeah, uh... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
woken you. Uh, g-go back to sleep.
Willow: (cut to her) You sure?
Buffy: (cut to her) Yeah! Yeah, I'm, I'm better. I'm, I'm fine.
Willow: (cut to her) Okay. I'll see ya tomorrow.
Cut to Buffy. She lowers the phone and turns it off.
Cut to Willow. She puts her phone back in its cradle. The two halves of
the empty eggshell are covered on the inside with a grayish-blue slime.
The camera pulls in for a close-up of Willow's face. She stares blankly
off into space.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 ~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy's room at night. She puts her phone and its cradle back on her
nightstand behind her clock. It's 2:45am. Suddenly she hears her door
open and her mother coming in.
Joyce: What's going on in here?
Thinking quickly Buffy grabs the cloth from her former egg's basket and
lays it over the dead creature.
Joyce: Buffy, who are you talking to at this ho...?
Buffy scrambles to her feet and faces her mother, eyes wide with
Joyce: Why are you dressed? Where exactly do you think you're going at
this hour of the night?
Joyce: Who was that on the phone? (comes in further)
Buffy: Um, uh, Willow. (exhales) She wasn't feeling well today, so I
was just calling to make sure she was feeling better.
Joyce: (crosses her arms) You're gonna have to do much better than
that, young lady.
Buffy: I had a bad dream?
Joyce: Oh, no, you're about to have a bad dream! (comes to stand next
to her) A dream that you are grounded for the rest of your natural life.
Cut to the next morning in their Jeep pulling to a stop in front of the
Joyce: Which means: no after school socializing, no Bronze, no nothing.
Not until I say so. Do you understand?
Buffy: Yeah, but I think you're...
Joyce: (interrupts) Now, school ends at 2:30. I want you to go to the
library at 2:33 and study until I pick you up there at 5:30. Understood?
Joyce: Good. Have a nice day.
Buffy undoes her seatbelt, grabs her backpack and gets out of the car.
She closes the door behind her and pulls on the backpack while she
watches her mother drive off. She climbs the stairs up from the street
and goes over to Cordelia who just finished talking with a friend. She
has a teddy bear backpack.
Buffy: Nice bear. Listen is your...
Cordelia: (interrupts) Hey, I'll have you know that my father brought
this bear back from Gstaad years ago. Then all of a sudden these
trendoids everywhere started sporting them. So I'm totally not wearing
it. Then I thought, hey, I'm the one who started this nationwide craze!
What am I ashamed of?
Buffy: Okay, Soliloquy Girl, I just wanted to ask about your egg.
Cordelia: My egg?
Buffy: Yeah. Your egg. The one Mr. Whitmore gave you.
Cordelia: It's in my bear.
Buffy: So, your egg isn't acting odd or anything?
Cordelia: It isn't acting anything. It's an egg, Buffy, it doesn't
emote. (sees another friend) Shanisse! (goes away) Is that your real
Buffy watches her go. Willow puts her hand on Buffy's shoulder, and she
turns to face her.
Cut to Xander munching on a candy bar. He looks down at it as he chews
Xander: Mm. Cardboardy!
He sits on a wall and discards the rest of the candy bar. He opens his
satchel and digs through it for his egg. He pulls it out, looks at it
and lets out a breath.
Xander: Sorry, Junior, but a man's gotta eat.
He taps the egg a few times on the wall next to him and then rolls it
back and forth under his hand. Cut to Buffy and Willow walking across
the grass toward Xander. Behind them Cordelia catches up as she looks
through a book.
Willow: So, was there any more hatchling activity last night?
Buffy: No. Uh, you were probably right. It was just a trap from them
set for me. And, (sees Cordelia) mm, (indicates her) everyone else's egg
seemed perfectly normal.
Xander: Did you bring the thing that attacked you.
Buffy: Yeah. Giles wants to see it. He's in full research mode.
Willow: Okay. Well, bring it to the science lab, and I'll get Giles,
and we'll analyze it.
The camera pans around them and focuses on Willow's lower back.
Buffy: Great. You know, I always say that a day without an autopsy...
is like a day without sunshine.
The camera shows a hatchling attached to Willow's back under her shirt.
Cut to Xander. He smiles and nods at the girls when he sees them coming.
He holds up the egg, ready to take a bite. There's a purplish-gray
creature still inside, dead from being boiled. Xander looks at it just
as he's about to bite into it and freaks out. He screams as he tosses
the egg away from him.
Cut to the science lab. The hatchling is laid out in a dissection tray.
Xander taps his fingers on the table as he and Buffy look at it.
Xander: Can I just say Gyughhh!
Buffy: I see your 'Gyughhh!' and raise you a Nyaghhh!
Cordelia: What is it?
Xander: We don't know what it is, Cordelia, that's why we're here.
Cordelia: 'Capisce'? What are you, world traveler now?
Willow comes into the lab.
Buffy: Hey, where's Giles? I know he won't wanna miss this.
Willow: He said to get started. He'll be by as soon as possible.
Xander: So, okay! Get started, Buffy! Dissect it or something. (hands
her a scalpel)
Buffy: (takes the blade) Me? Why do *I* have to dissect it?
Xander: Uh, because you're the Slayer?
Buffy: And I slayed! My work here is done. (puts the scalpel on the
table in front of Xander)
Xander: Oh, no, I almost *ate* one of those things. I think I've
fulfilled my gross-out quota for the decade.
She takes the scalpel and starts the dissection. The camera pans around
Cordelia to her bear.
Xander: Do we even know what to look for? I mean, how are we supposed
to figure out what this thing is?
The bear's right eye pops out and a tentacle emerges.
Buffy: Turn it over. Maybe we missed its ID bracelet.
The bear's left eye pops out and another tentacle emerges.
Xander: So, now I guess, uh, we know what happened to Mr. Whitmore.
Cut to them talking.
Cordelia: He saw this and ran away?
Buffy: Try best case scenario.
Willow: It's possible that Mr. Whitmore wasn't harmed. Maybe the
offspring simply used him to return to the mother bezoar.
Cordelia leans over to pick something up.
Xander: Yeah. Maybe he... (turns to Willow) What?
Cordelia straightens back up holding a metal bar, which she wields like
a baseball bat.
Buffy: What's a bez...
Cordelia hits Buffy in the face with the bar, knocking her down and out.
Xander: Cordy! What...
Willow picks up a microscope and hits Xander over the head with it just
as he looks back at her again. The screen goes black.
Cut to the utility closet. It's pitch dark inside. Willow opens the
door, and she and Cordelia drag Xander in. They heave him in, and he
falls to the floor. They step out to let two boys drag Buffy in as well,
and they let her drop unceremoniously. They leave the closet, and Willow
closes and locks the door.
Cut to the groundkeeper's shed. Willow opens the double doors and walks
in. Cordelia follows her, and a line of students is right behind. Willow
walks up to a post where a couple of dozen picks, axes, hoes and shovels
are kept. She grabs a pickaxe and heads back out of the door. Cordelia
grabs a hoe and follows. Student after student, and even an occasional
teacher, grabs a digging tool and follows Willow.
Cut to the hall outside the basement door. Willow walks up to the open
door and heads right in. The line of students is right behind her. Cut
inside the basement. They come down the stairs and head into the boiler
room. One by one they step though the hole in the wall and follow the
tunnel down. Mr. Whitmore is standing by the hole keeping guard.
Cut outside the school. It's gotten dark. Cut to the library. Joyce
walks in and looks around.
She continues in and keeps looking.
Giles: (pokes his head out of the cage) Hello?
Joyce: (faces him) Oh! Mr. Giles, hi. Uh, I-I was looking for Buffy.
She, she was supposed to wait for me here.
Giles: Well, sh-she hasn't been in. I-I've been waiting to talk to her
myself about, uh, uh... h-history texts.
Joyce: (leans on the card catalog) That is just the last straw!
Giles: I-I'm sure she didn't mean to, uh...
Joyce: She never means to, but somehow she always manages to anyway. Do
you have children, Mr. Giles?
Joyce: (whispers) Sh-should I be whispering?
Giles: (whispers) No. (speaks) A-a-and, uh, no, I, I haven't any
children. A-although, uh, sometimes I feel as though I do, uh, working
Joyce: They can be such a... (considers her words) Oh, uh, I-I-I don't
want to say 'burden', but, uh... Uh, actually I kind of *do* want to say
Giles: (smiles) Feel free!
Joyce: Oh, they're just so irresponsible.
Joyce: (notices the books lying on the catalog) 'Bristow's Demon
Index', 'Hell's Offspring'?
Giles: (takes the books) A hobby of mine, uh, but, uh, having nothing
to do with Buffy in any way.
He takes the books into the cage, stows them on a shelf and then comes
Giles: Um, you say Buffy told you that she'd be here all afternoon?
Joyce: Well, yes. I-i-is something wrong?
Giles: Oh, I'm sure it's nothing. (pulls open a drawer) (hears a noise
in the hall) What was that?
Joyce: Mm, probably the janitor.
She faces the door to look. Giles takes a hatchling out of the card
catalog drawer and sets it on Joyce's back. She screams as she tries to
reach around her back and falls to the floor. Giles stares blankly off
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4 ~~~~~~~~~~
The hall outside the library. Giles and Joyce come walking out into the
hall staring blankly ahead and join the line of students and teachers
heading for the basement.
Cut to the utility closet. Buffy has regained consciousness and reaches
up for the light string and gives it a yank. She takes a quick look
around and then looks down at Xander, still out cold on the floor.
Buffy: Hey! Xander! (slaps his cheek) Hey! You alright?
Xander: (wakes, moans and blinks his eyes) Last time Cordy dragged me
in here it was a lot nicer.
Xander: Uh... (fully awake now) Huh? Nothing. Uh, crazy talk. Head
Buffy: (helps him sit up) Tell me about it. I'm gonna have a (feels her
head) big bump.
Xander: Uh, I'm gonna have a peninsula! (points at his head) Here, (she
helps him up) what, what the hell's goin' on? Cordy and Willow?
They look around the room.
Buffy: Something to do with the hatchlings, I'm sure of it.
She tries the door but finds it locked.
Xander: What, are they possessed?
Buffy: I don't know. But they sure wanted us out of the way.
Xander: (holding his head) Well, why not kill us? (lets go of his head)
Why, uh, why drag us in here?
Buffy spots two eggs on the floor. Xander follows her gaze. One of them
Xander: Oh. (steps back) Bad now.
Buffy looks around for something heavy and sees a toolbox. She picks it
up from the shelf, raises it and smashes it onto the two eggs. A dark
blue slime squirts out around the toolbox. Then she kicks open the door.
Xander: (holds his head again) Thank you. (moans and follows her out)
Cut to the library. Buffy and Xander come rushing in.
They look around, but find the place deserted.
Xander: He must be out somewhere.
Buffy: Well, he picked a helluva time to get a life.
Xander: What are we gonna do?
Buffy: We can't fight these things until we know something about 'em.
Xander: (thinks) Alright, Willow said something. Uh, a name. What was
Buffy: A bozo! Not a bozo.
Xander: A bezoar.
Buffy: That's it! Okay, so now... we look it up?
Xander: In what?
Buffy: A book?
They look over at the counter where there are several books lying open
and go over to them.
Buffy: Giles said he was gonna try to find something...
She takes the book on top that's open to a picture and turns it around
to look at it. The sketch is of a disk-shaped, tentacled monster.
Buffy: And I'd say he found something.
Xander moves around her to have a look himself, steps on half an
eggshell and looks down at it.
Xander: I'd say something found him.
Cut to the basement. Giles and Joyce lead a line of students to the hole
and step through. They head down the tunnel and come out into another
room deeper underground. Giles heads to the side ramp that leads to a
slightly lower level and takes a crowbar handed to him by Mr. Whitmore,
who has a box of new bezoar eggs in his other arm. The camera pans
across the room, past Cordelia wiping off eggs being handed to her from
below by another student, to Willow pounding on the concrete floor with
a sledgehammer. Joyce goes down the other side and takes a hoe held out
to her by the watchman. She starts banging it on the floor as the
watchman goes back to his post. Cut to a close-up of the floor. A large
chunk has broken off and appears to be floating on something. Willow and
Joyce keep pounding on it to break it up into smaller pieces. Cut to a
student pulling an egg out from between some larger gaps in the floor.
He hands it up to Cordelia, who wipes it off in a towel and hands it to
Mr. Whitmore, who places it in a wooden box filled with wood shavings
and more eggs. Cut to the floor again. The camera pans over to a large
hole in the floor where the concrete has already been removed and shows
the pink-fleshed mother bezoar's body as it moves and throbs.
Cut to the library. Buffy reads from the book out loud.
Buffy: 'Pre-pre-historic parasite. The mother hibernates underground,
laying eggs. The offspring then attach themselves to a host, taking
control of their motor functions through neural clamping.'
Xander: 'Neural clamping.' That sounds skippable.
Buffy: So, our people are taking orders from the mama bezoar. Which
begs the question...
Xander: What does mama want?
They hear a student screaming out in the hall.
Jonathon: Somebody help me!
They run out to investigate. Cut to the hall. Jonathon is struggling
with a hatchling on his back and falls to the floor, screaming.
Jonathon: Get this thing off me! Get this... Somebody help me! Help!
Buffy and Xander come running out the door and see Jonathon get back up.
Buffy: Are you okay?
Jonathon: (deadpan) I'm fine. I slipped.
He turns and heads down the hall. Buffy and Xander exchange a look.
Buffy: I think I hear mommy calling.
They follow Jonathon down the hall. Cut to the boiler room. Jonathon
comes walking in and heads straight for the hole. Buffy and Xander peek
in, and seeing no one else is there follow him in. Around the corner
from the boilers they see Jonathon climb through the hole and head down
Xander: Do we really wanna go in there?
Buffy: We really don't.
They exchange another look and make for the hole. Buffy climbs in and
looks back at Xander before continuing down the tunnel.
He starts through as well, but doesn't lift his foot high enough and
trips through the hole and falls into the tunnel.
Cut to the room below. The digging and egg gathering activity continues.
Jonathon comes walking in. Behind him Buffy and Xander peek into the
Xander: What are they diggin' up?
The camera pans over to a student and shows the pink mother bezoar in
Buffy: Oh, boy.
She sees Cordelia handing Mr. Whitmore an egg.
Buffy: We can't let them spread those eggs.
Xander: I'll handle it. Um, can you, uh, hold down the fort?